Deborah Carney

Where I Celebrate Life

Dear “Me”

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Dan hand wrote this letter to himself sometime around late 2000/early 2001. He was 19. Dear Me: Life is about intelligence, about survival, and about being fun. First you have to do what you need to. Then you need to do what makes sense. Then you have to do what’s most fun. Society likes to […]

The Why of it All

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I just read a post about being kind no matter what. And it triggered something in me, not sure why. But I am compelled to share this. I started Affiliate Marketing so I could make money and stay home and care for my sons. I started selling designs via CafePress back in the day for […]

To-Do Needs to Include Wanna-Do

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In a private Facebook group the Administrator brought up about working on something on your “Wanna-Do” pile instead of your “To-Do” pile today. That got me thinking. My Wanna-Do list is the first list I tackle each day. I have the luxury of being self-employed and therefore I can work around my daily tasks. I […]

Response to Julianna’s Parents

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The story of Julianna – the child that has been talked into choosing death over life due to having a disability is so wrong on so many levels. I am devastated that this type of attitude STILL exists. My children choose life over anything. It is what they were taught and how they were raised. […]

When Life Gets Unbearable

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Very few people know the story I am about to share. It was a very dark time in my life. Without Chris and Liz the outcome may have been different. September 2002, 4 months after Dan died, his first birthday after he died. It was almost too much for me. I put Liz on alert […]

My 9/11 Story

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After a rough weekend and a tough and scary Monday, we woke up late Tuesday morning and turned on the TV expecting to see the Rosie show. “What’s this? The news? Is this a War of the Worlds type show? Is this live???? That is an airplane flying into the World Trade Center!” I had […]